When the Family Reads the Fake Heiress‘ Mind
Chapter 179 Mirage
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With Dominic staring at her like that, Jean felt a little awkward and tugged at the corner of her lips. “Just lucky, really… you’re the one who was strong and cooperative, so that’s why…”
As she was speaking, she suddenly felt a cool touch between her brows-
Dominic had placed his finger right between her eyebrows without her noticing.
His fingertip was cool and gentle. Jean froze instinctively.”
“When I walked out earlier, I saw how tightly your brows were furrowed,” Dominic said quietly, his tone calm but soft. “Is something bothering you?”
Jean met his deep, steady gaze and blinked in surprise.
It’s nothing, really.” She shook her head, keeping her tone light. “I mean, people my age always have a few little worries, right? Frowning every now and then isn’t that big a deal…”
She played it off like it was nothing, but Dominic knew she was lying.
He wasn’t blind.
Still, since Jean didn’t want to talk about it, he wouldn’t push–at least not right now.
His fingers moved from between her brows to her shoulder, giving it a gentle pat. “If anything’s wrong, tell me. Got it?”
Jean blinked, then smiled and nodded.
They didn’t say anything more. Once she watched Dominic return safely to his room, Jean turned and headed downstairs.
Dominic was getting more and more gentle with her.
She could feel it, clearly.
Maybe it was the bond they’d formed surviving Northara together….
But this kind of warmth–this brief gentleness–felt like a mirage to Jean.
When the real daughter returned and the full–blown heroine glow kicked in, would they still treat her the same?
That was a big question mark.
Jean couldn’t help but view the future pessimistically.
She made her way to the kitchen, gathered up some freshly made desserts, and carried them back to her
room.
Before long, the weekend arrived.
Jean had been holed up in her room since morning, glancing at the window every now and then.
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She was waiting for Ludwig.
How to attend the meeting, where it would be held–everything depended on his guidance.
At exactly noon-
She heard a familiar rustling by the window.
Jean had already opened it, just waiting for Ludwig to arrive.
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Sure enough, a black blur swept through the frame like a gust of wind and landed right in front of her.
Same as always, the boy was dressed in cold, dark clothes, face pale and unreadable.
Ludwig looked at Jean, a slight smirk tugging at the edge of his lips. “Jean, are you ready?”
Jean nodded. “Yeah. Just waiting for you to take me.”
But Ludwig’s gaze sharpened. He looked her up and down, then took a step closer. “You can’t go like that.”
Jean blinked, instinctively lowering her gaze to check her clothes. Confused, she frowned. “I have to change?”
The boy pointed at her face with one long finger, voice dead serious. “No need to change. But you should cover your face.“”
Cover my face?
Did that mean no one at the meeting would show their real identity?
So even within the Abyssal Choir, members hid who they truly were from each other.
“Even for internal secret meetings like this, we can’t guarantee that every member is trustworthy.
Everyone has a life outside the organization. If someone leaks your identity on purpose, it could create serious problems.”
Ludwig’s thin lips moved patiently as he explained.
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